The Regent's Daughter. Dumas Alexandre

of that time, instead of returning to the palais, she expressed a wish to remain as a nun.

      The duke tried to oppose this, but Mademoiselle de Chartres was obstinate, and on the 23d of April she took the vows. Then the duke treated with Mademoiselle de Villars for the abbey, and, on the promise of twelve thousand francs, Mademoiselle de Chartres was named abbess in her stead, and she had occupied the post about a year.

      This, then, was the abbess of Chelles, who appeared before her father, not surrounded by an elegant and profane court, but followed by six nuns dressed in black and holding torches. There was no sign of frivolity or of pleasure; nothing but the most somber apparel and the most severe aspect. The regent, however, suspected that he had been kept waiting while all this was preparing.

      "I do not like hypocrisy," said he, sharply, "and can forgive vices which are not hidden under the garb of virtues. All these lights, madame, are doubtless the remains of yesterday's illumination. Are all your flowers so faded, and all your guests so fatigued, that you cannot show me a single bouquet nor a single dancer?"

      "Monsieur," said the abbess in a grave tone, "this is not the place for fetes and amusements." – "Yes," answered the regent, "I see, that if you feasted yesterday, you fast to-day."

      "Did you come here, monsieur, to catechise? At least what you see should reply to any accusations against me."

      "I came to tell you, madame," replied the regent, annoyed at being supposed to have been duped, "that the life you lead displeases me; your conduct yesterday was unbecoming an abbess; your austerities to-day are unbecoming a princess of the blood; decide, once for all, between the nun and the court lady. People begin to speak ill of you, and I have enemies enough of my own, without your saddling me with others from the depth of your convent."

      "Alas, monsieur, in giving entertainments, balls, and concerts, which have been quoted as the best in Paris, I have neither pleased those enemies, nor you, nor myself. Yesterday was my last interview with the world; this morning I have taken leave of it forever; and to-day, while still ignorant of your visit, I had adopted a determination from which I will never depart."

      "And what is it?" asked the regent, suspecting that this was only a new specimen of his daughter's ordinary follies.

      "Come to this window and look out," said the abbess.

      The regent, in compliance with the invitation, approached the window, and saw a large fire blazing in the middle of the courtyard. Dubois – who was as curious as if he had really been an abbe – slipped up beside him.

      Several people were rapidly passing and repassing before the fire, and throwing various singular-shaped objects into the flames.

      "But what is that?" asked the regent of Dubois, who seemed as much surprised as himself.

      "That which is burning now?" asked the abbe. – "Yes," replied the regent.

      "Ma foi, monseigneur, it looks to me very much like a violincello."

      "It is mine," said the abbess, "an excellent violincello by Valeri."

      "And you are burning it!" exclaimed the duke.

      "All instruments are sources of perdition," said the abbess, in a tone which betrayed the most profound remorse.

      "Eh, but here is a harpsichord," interrupted the duke.

      "My harpsichord, monsieur; it was so perfect that it enticed me toward earthly things; I condemned it this morning."

      "And what are those chests of papers with which they are feeding the fire?" asked Dubois, whom the spectacle seemed to interest immensely.

      "My music, which I am having burned."

      "Your music?" demanded the regent.

      "Yes, and even yours," answered the abbess; "look carefully and you will see your opera of 'Panthée' follow in its turn. You will understand that my resolution once taken, its execution was necessarily general."

      "Well, madame, this time you are really mad! To light the fire with music, and then feed it with bass-viols and harpsichords is really a little too luxurious."

      "I am doing penance, monsieur."

      "Hum, say rather that you are refitting your house, and that this is an excuse for buying new furniture, since you are doubtless tired of the old."

      "No, monseigneur, it is no such thing."

      "Well, then, what is it? Tell me frankly."

      "In truth, I am weary of amusing myself, and, indeed, I intend to act differently."

      "And what are you going to do?"

      "I am going with my nuns to visit my tomb."

      "Diable, monseigneur!" exclaimed the abbe, "her wits are gone at last."

      "It will be truly edifying, will it not, monsieur?" continued the abbess, gravely.

      "Indeed," answered the regent, "if you really do this, I doubt not but people will laugh at it twice as much as they did at your suppers."

      "Will you accompany me, messieurs?" continued the abbess; "I am going to spend a few minutes in my coffin; it is a fancy I have had a long time."

      "You will have plenty of time for that," said the regent; "moreover, you have not even invented this amusement; for Charles the Fifth, who became a monk as you became a nun, without exactly knowing why, thought of it before you."

      "Then you will not go with me, monsieur?" said the abbess.

      "I," answered the duke, who had not the least sympathy with somber ideas, "I go to see tombs! I go to hear the De Profundis! No, pardieu! and the only thing which consoles me for not being able to escape them some day, is, that I shall neither see the one nor the other."

      "Ah, monsieur," answered the abbess, in a scandalized tone, "you do not, then, believe in the immortality of the soul?"

      "I believe that you are raving mad. Confound this abbe, who promises me a feast, and brings me to a funeral."

      "By my faith, monseigneur," said Dubois, "I think I prefer the extravagance of yesterday; it was more attractive."

      The abbess bowed, and made a few steps toward the door. The duke and Dubois remained staring at each other, uncertain whether to laugh or cry.

      "One word more," said the duke; "are you decided this time, or is it not some fever which you have caught from your confessor? If it be real, I have nothing to say; but if it be a fever, I desire that they cure you of it. I have Morceau and Chirac, whom I pay for attending on me and mine."

      "Monseigneur," answered the abbess, "you forget that I know sufficient of medicine to undertake my own cure, if I were ill: I can, therefore, assure you that I am not. I am a Jansenist; that is all."

      "Ah," cried the duke, "this is more of Father le Doux's work, that execrable Benedictine! At least I know a treatment which will cure him."

      "What is that?" asked the abbess.

      "The Bastille."

      And he went out in a rage, followed by Dubois, who was laughing heartily.

      "You see," said the regent, after a long silence, and when they were nearing Paris, "I preached with a good grace; it seems it was I who needed the sermon."

      "Well, you are a happy father, that is all; I compliment you on your younger daughter, Mademoiselle de Chartres. Unluckily your elder daughter, the Duchesse de Berry – "

      "Oh, do not talk of her; she is my ulcer, particularly when I am in a bad temper."

      "Well?"

      "I have a great mind to make use of it by finishing with her at one blow."

      "She is at the Luxembourg?"

      "I believe so."

      "Let us go to the Luxembourg, monseigneur."

      "You go with me?"

      "I shall not leave you to-night."

      "Well, drive to the Luxembourg."

      CHAPTER II.

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